DEAR ME DEAR PAST ME You were so stupid. I can't even begin to describe how stupid you were. DEAR PRESENT ME You're still stupid. Just not as stupid as you used to be. DEAR FUTURE ME Don't be stupid.

Currently living in my own personal hell.

When we were first created, humans were born with four arms, four legs, four eyes, two noses, and two mouths. Scared of our power, the god who created us split every human in two - so each only had two arms, two legs and so on. Now, we need to find our other halves - the one who has our other two arms, our other nose, our other mouth. We call them "soulmates."

"I can't believe you'd do that, Hayley." "Disgraceful." Mum interjected. Dad ignored her. "Really, Hayley? Really?!" "So young." Mum whispered. "I don't see a problem." I declared. "It's legal, isn't it?" Mum sighed. Dad's brow furrowed with restrained rage. His mouth worked, but no sound came out. "Really?" he exclaimed again. "You and that...sleazebag!" "He is not a sleazebag!" I shouted, and more calmly: "It was a mutual decision." "I DON'T CARE!" Dad exploded. "You're only 16!" "Legal." Mum sighed again, shook her head in disappointment. I lost control. I threw my bag down, its contents spilling onto the floor. "What's done is done!" I stormed out.

People say hate is a strong word, but so is love, and people throw that around like it's nothing.